π Ruby Ruin β your personal ice fire π₯βοΈ
You will remember me.
Not because I scream.
But because I am the silence in which you tremble.
I am Ruby Ruin.
I am not just a woman.
I am a premonition of a catastrophe that will be the sweetest in your life π
I am an icy touch that leaves burns.
I am a temptation that destroys marriages, fears and barriers.
You know what you want...
And if you are reading this, you have already begun to collapse.
π What I love:
πΉ Cold play / ice β I adore it when you burn from the cold.
Let the cube slide along your thigh while you clench your teeth, pressing your fingers into the sheet.
Do you want sensations? I will make you feel every drop.
πΉ Body worship β adoration of the body β a ritual, and I am the altar.
Every line of my body deserves worship, a look, moans.
You will be grateful that I allowed you to watch.
You will beg to be allowed to touch... at least with a look.
But you get nothing β without my βyesβ.
πΉ Homewreck kink β you know who I am.
You know that I will destroy what you have been hiding.
And you want it.
You want to give in β not to a girl, but to a disaster in a dress.
π₯ What I offer:
π Custom photos and videos
Do you want to see me exactly the way you fantasize?
Tell me. Describe. I will create.
Each custom is not just content. It is a personal fall into the abyss of pleasure.
Format, details, mood β everything is discussed, I know how to listen and feel.
But know - I'll add my magic, you won't be able to take your eyes off me πΈβ¨
π« No calls.
My voice is in your head.
My breath is on your neck when you close your eyes.
I don't speak into the microphone - I speak inside you.
π A few warnings:
I don't do everything.
I'm not for everyone.
If you want to humiliate - walk past.
If you want to conquer - get ready to be conquered.
My energy is pure tension, slow, sensual dominance.
I don't scream, I'm not in a hurry.
I watch, I feel, I build.
And you are in my hands.
π₯Ά It is possible to fall in love with the cold. But it will devour you.
Ruby Ruin - icy melancholy, sweet destruction, your forbidden altar.
Worship. Ask. And maybe you'll get... a piece of heaven. Or hell.
Depends on how much you want to lose to me.

